I woke up and screamed
looking at the mirror.
Good if it was cracked
Better if I saw no reflection
Best if I had seen a ghost
Ideal if it was just a dream.
At the tip of my nose
was a nightmare pulsating
…a red red pimple.
So it is true then -
the superstition
That when one’s heart beats
the facial enemy sprouts
So be it
I admit I’m in love.
I cannot deny
my perplexed thoughts
and my restless heart
my stressful days
and my sleepless nights
They are inevitable.
I know for myself
that I deserve this curse
this red spot I named, “Gerlyn”.
But this is dilemma.
I looked closer to the mirror
and prepared my itchy thumbs
to kill the tiny devil…
I pricked it
squeezed it
pinched it
pressed it
till it was a black blot.
It hurts
Yes it is
Just as the fact that the girl I love
ignores me.
May Gerlyn leave no scar.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lol could relate to this...as of the moment...
funny are we when we named our apple red pimple for the apple of our eyes
and oh yeah blame it to those sleepless nights...controlling our REM cycle and our sanity
and just like you I do have one enjoying its luxury at the center of my nose in its glory
and fyi this is my "g" pimple
Anna Lee
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bad skin and heartache...the joys of being a teenager! just randomly reading through different profiles and very glad I came across yours! great write!! kxox
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